Poetry and other writings by, for and about bikers, motorcycles, motorcycle riders, biker lifestyle. I'm not a 1%'er but I'll accept poems or stories from or about 1%'ers. I ride a Harley, but I will publish here writings by anyone with something to say about riding motorcycles, no matter what you ride. To submit your work just send to Uglicoyote.

Sunday, December 2, 2007

Her tired gaze fell out the windowand ran with her thoughtsdown the one way street.This season of homecoming,memories cascade downfrom her eyes, down her face.So envious of the familiesshe saw, doing Christmas thingstogether, laughing.Imagining it was her family,with smiling bright eyed grandchildrenwho begged and cajoledto open just one gift...pleeeeeeeeease???

Long ago, last parting wordshis and hers, bitter and hastestood like the Great Wall of Chinabetween his life now and the old homeplace,where she and a stubborn pridewith a tired wet gazethat falls from the window outsideand down the one way street.

Across the mileshe stands gazing out a windowdown a one way streetand where it just might leadhis heart says it's her he wants to go again to meet.

Pride and doubthad jumbled his reasoninto excuses why he shouldn'tmake the first move to reconcile.Too far and too long..it had been such a long while.What was said? Who was wrong?Somehow it didn't seem to matter anymore.Across the miles from "home"he walks to open the doorleading to that one way street.

One more cold Christmas dawnstoo early she wakes up,and it will be the longest of days,as alone she sips her cup.Through the window her sad gazeleads out to the snow covered street.

Tire tracks run along it's wayWho had ever comes out here?That hadn't been there yesterday...Turning into her driveright up to her door.Shouts of Merry Christmas,is anyone here?""Hey Mom I'm home"and"How I missed you dear! Can you ever forgive..me?"

A house became a home once morewhen doubts and pride stayed at the door.A one way street goes both directionsThe most precious of gifts are the love and affectionsfrom family and friends that we cherishand give unconditionally in return.